Nonsense.

I wish I wasn't so Broken.
Tattered.
Torn.

The wear and tear of life pulls at me; brings me closer to losing my mind.

No way to escape this hell I'm in.
Burning.
Suffocating.
Dying.

Dead.

I wish you were dead.

Death.

What is it really?
How does it feel?

Does your blood run cold?
Does it run at all?

A place beyond.

Does that even exist?
Does it even make sense?

Heaven.
Hell.
Earth.
People.

We don't make sense...
If we did........